Lauren's birthday was last week, and I realize that it's the first time I haven't written her a loving, sappy birthday note on her birthday. The truth is that life is kind of busy and two kids with birthdays in the same month that now have friend parties on top of family parties = a new level of insanity added to the regular level of insanity that is our life. But it doesn't take away the fact that she is still pretty flipping awesome in my book. She's wicked smart and whips through chapter books by herself in no time. When Isaac and I have driven somewhere separately, she always rides with Isaac so he 'won't be sad and lonely'. It's really sweet. And it's this same level of empathy that also feeds into her anxiety-prone brain. She'll watch a show about someone getting hurt and then spend all night worrying about getting hurt and then she'll end up in our bed. She still watches out for her brother (when he's not bugging her) and they like to snuggle on the couch when they watch movies. It's a happy sight until someone starts kicking the other one or invades their space or accuses the other one of farting. Then comes the whining and the tears. My brother and I fought like crazy growing up and I hear the same is true on Isaac's side. Right now, our parents are reading this and rubbing their palms together while chanting, "The day has come. Revenge is mine!"
Being the little kid, Eli has put up with a lot of Lauren's crap for a long time. But now, he's older, smarter and more articulate. And his wit is proving to be a fair match for his brainy sister. About a week ago, we were riding home from school when Lauren suffered some sort of injustice like a bump making her marker skip on the page and oh, the whining was epic. I don't even remember the particulars of the injustice, because she seems to suffer them all of the time. And wouldn't you know, they are mostly my fault. Why, just the other day, I made her tip over her bike from 10 feet away, because I told her to turn around. I have that sort of power. Anyhow, Eli had apparently had enough of her angst, because he turned to her and said, "Lauren, you're a turd." Now, a good mom would have probably scolded him for saying such a thing. But instead I just stifled my laughter, stared straight ahead and congratulated myself for not high-fiving him in front of her. Because, guys, she was totally being a turd! And then the other day, we were on the couch watching a show together. Lauren was having a particularly gassy night and the 'excuse me's coming from her corner were constant. Eli turned to me and said, "It smells like Lauren pooped in here." Oh dear, the inappropriate laughter that escaped from my face! It could not be helped.
To add to the birthday excitement, Lauren lost her first tooth last week. While were out having her birthday dinner, she discovered a loose tooth. As the week progressed, it became a dangling stomach-churning thing to behold. She played with it constantly. From what I hear, her friends at school even tried to help her get it out (before the teacher stopped her). She would open her mouth and it would sit a good quarter-inch behind the rest of her teeth, and it was gag-inducing. On Saturday, I had had enough, so I asked her to push it back just to see how far back into her mouth it could go. We were driving in the car on the way to a birthday party, and I heard her say, "Where is it?" She had pushed it on out of her mouth and it landed on her shirt. And she was so excited! Her demeanor immediately changed from nervous to pumped. The tooth fairy was coming! I took that teeny tiny tooth with its bloody root and stuck it in my wallet so we wouldn't lose it. She put some pressure on her gum with a tissue, and I gave her a mirror so she could check out her new smile. And she loved it. We pulled in beside Isaac and Eli in the parking lot, and she flashed her new grin. I rushed home and whipped up a tooth fairy pillow while Eli napped and presented it to her when she came home from the party. She ran upstairs and stuck her tooth in it. I had to go to an event that night, but Isaac told me that as she went to bed, she said, "I hope the tooth fairy comes and that it's not a mommy or a daddy." In the morning, we waited anxiously for her to wake up. She came darting in running on her tip-toes shouting, "She came!" She hadn't even seen what the tooth fairy brought her, because she was too excited. Five gold dollar coins. The tooth fairy is pretty generous with those first teeth. It made her birthday week even more exciting. The next day, we threw a very girly birthday tea party for Lauren and about a dozen of her friends at a cute place called The Enchanted Village. It was estrogen-overload with pink everywhere, fairies, dress-up, cookies and cupcakes. For some reason, the usually boisterous girls were feeling even more so that day. They had to be RIGHT NEXT TO Lauren at all times, getting the same color wands and things as her. Lauren handled it well, but I felt a little sorry for the more reticent girls. And for our very nice party hostess who probably had to head home, take off that hot pink boa and pour herself a stiff drink.
So Lauren, I know one day you will read this. In fact, I really hope you do. It's just a moment in time, and I beg you to read all the previous entries here. The ones where I brag and boast and gush. Because I feel all of those things just the same. And I always will. Even when you tell me that I'm boring or wasting your time. Even when we have power struggles over bedtime or trying new foods. Even when you ask me to leave you alone or go away. I remember those days when it was you clinging to me instead of Eli. I remember all those you and me times at the park. I remember every single milestone. All of those spelling tests with their 100% scores (every single one!) that I stick on the microwave will be in a box one day for you open. Along with your journal, your art, and your poems. All of those lovely things that came from you. These little challenges that you have right now feel tough. I know that...I really do. And you may not know it, but I'm trying to help you get ready for the really difficult challenges in life. Because they're coming. And they come when you least expect it when you're a grown up. You're going to be great. I know it with all of my soul, and the thought of getting to know you as a woman makes my heart flutter. Even then, I'll be here for you to help you through. Even if you don't want me to be, I'll be here. Always and with all of my heart, for you. Happy birthday, Lo.